His kiss is insistent, and he tastes like his perfume.
I tear his shirt open, and my arms wrap around his athletic frame, bringing him in close and pulling him down harder against my aching cock.
There’s nothing I want more than to be inside him.
It’s all I ever want, but it’s not all he needs.
My cock will never be enough for him.
He needs our Alphas like he needs the air we breathe.
Omegas are made for the thick, swollen knot that only an Alpha can provide.
To find something I can do for him that has a similar effect is nothing short of miraculous.
We’ve been together for eight years and I only realized he was wet enough to take my fist a few months ago. It was unbelievably hot when he started to come, making sounds I’ve never heard him make before.
He moves back, breaking our kiss.
His lips are wet, and his hazel eyes look golden as he gazes back at me, both hands moving down my right arm, tracing over the tattoo of his violin and moving down over the tribalmarkings that weave thick black lines over my forearm. I let him lift that arm away from his body.
He brings my hand to his lips, palm up.
“I need these thick fingers to open me up.”
He kisses the side of my hand, and the palm, and my wrist.
“Spread me wide and fuck me like you mean it.”
He moves off my lap and steps out of the car to strip out of his clothes.
I get out of the driver’s seat and move around to where he’s at, standing in the grass in front of the locked gates. I take off my shirt and toss it into the car, before I sit down on the passenger seat, facing out.
“Get over here,” I demand, making him smile.
He moves closer and turns around.
One deep breath later, and I’m in heaven.
I run my hand down his back and my fingers glide through his slick.
He sighs softly as I stroke around the tight hole he wants me to fuck.
This isn’t like the last time, where he was so in need of a knotting that his opening was gaping for me. He’s not that hungry for my fist, but he’ll get there, soon enough.
“Stop teasing me,” he moans.
I push him open, sinking two fingers deep and making his slick come in thicker and faster.
He groans and I lean in, moving my left hand around to roam over his dick and his balls.
“You’re too tight for my fist, Harper. You’re going to have to get down on your hands and knees and open up wide for me, if you want to be fucked by more than these two fingers.”
I remove those fingers and suck the clear, sweet juices from them.
He does what he’s been told, because he knows it’ll give him what he wants.
My cock gets harder as I move down onto my knees behind him.
